fly me to the moon

The news can be detrimental to our health these days. It is to mine. It is disgusting to read of Trump’s daily tirades against everybody except himself. Benjamin Netanyahu is equally disgusting. What is happening in Gaza is heart breaking. It feels like the whole world is corrupt. Perhaps it would be wise for me to step back a little from the news if I can. What I would like is for you to Fly me to the moon, Let me play among the stars, Let me see what spring is like, On Jupiter and Mars.

That not being possible, I best smarten up, toughen up and bear up. Life goes on. There’s a yard to clean up, a garden or two or three to plant. There’s laundry and dishes to do. There’s groceries to get and meals to prepare. There’s family and friends to see. There’s paper to shred and floors to sweep and mop. In other words there’s a whole lot of things to do. Moping isn’t one of them.

The laundry and dishes are done. No yard cleanup but a little planting done. Had coffee with my father and friends at the mall. Bought some oranges and apples at a very good price. I shredded a bunch of old receipts. Why I hung on to them so long is mystifying. Perhaps they gave me a false sense of security. I’m slowly getting over it. I’m feeling better now at the end of the day having all these little things.

Day 130 -132, December 4, 2016 @10:37 am

The sun has finally shown up. My dining table is still in order. My magic black bullet is next to me. I’m sitting with my black tea. I’m trying a different taste and to shed a few calories. I’ve opened the screen to write. But I’m feeling as cranky as can be. I will accept this feeling, just sitting and observing it. I will not try to fix it. I’m giving up that job of being Mrs. Fix-It. I’ll just sit and tap – maybe words, a song, a dance, but no resumes for another Mrs. Fix-It position.

Do I really love Orange Pekoe tea, sweetened and whitened that much or am I addicted to the same old, same old? What is in that tea? Curiosity led me to google Orange Pekoe and I find that it is how they grade tea. It is a high grade. Good for me! It could be/very likely that I’m addicted to the honey and milk I put in. I will try black for awhile. I will try different – teas, too. My cupboard is full of them – all kinds.

Hmmm. I see a pattern here – drinking the same tea though my cupboard is full of many kinds. I tend to wear the same clothes though my closet is bursting with other clothes. My lizard brain doesn’t like change. It likes the same old, same old, just like me! Grrr! Changing is a very hard job. It is for the birds.

But wait! Let me not get discouraged. I have made in roads. I have faced off with my biggest dragons and demons and survived. I am developing experience and opinions. Hooray for me! Tomorrow is another day. Crankiness is another part of life. Brains are what they are. I am rewiring mine. Onward, James! Fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars.

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